throughout every seasonal moment:
Sweet Child Of Time
From the very first time
I laid my eyes on you
I knew that you would be
The most precious song I wanted to hear
Silently heard under whispery trees
A beautiful essence planting and implanted
Occupying the fertile spaces I sow
Throughout the gardens of my furrows
Through wings and inseminate blossoms
And the zephyrus breeze sweetly kissing
Ornamenting your basin with rainfalls purity
…the seeds of tomorrow rooting about your feet
Tilled by the choices bearing our seasons in change
While you remain statuesquely calm and discerned
Within your bronze stature, and your gracile smile
Locked inside the sweet child of time…
© Poetess Victoria L. McColley 2011
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